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At first I wasn't going to write of any of my other experiences because I didn't really feel like they were anything particularly wild, but lately they're all I can think about so I figured I might as well flush them out of my system by telling them.
Chronologically speaking, this actually came before the last time I wrote, so this might actually be a prequel of sorts. This one is a lot more emotionally loaded as we 9F23M had very recently realized our feelings for the other so we were still exploring each other.
Oh, and it's very long. I'm sorry. Please enjoy!

The last time I posted was about a guy that I went on a couple of dates with. When we were still seeing each other he would come by my house late at night and we would talk and cuddle in the back seat of his car. Naturally, things began to escalate.
This particular night was maybe the third or fourth time he had come over, so things were still relatively innocent. We were both trying to figure out where we were in terms of relationship boundaries. We had decided that, because we were both busy, that we would just try to take things slow. We liked each other, but there was no need to rush since it wasn't like we were going anywhere soon. By this point, all we had done was make out.
We were laying down, face-to-face, in the back of his car. I was laying my head on his arm and we had a thin blanket over the both of us. I smiled and put my hand on his cheek as we gazed into each other's eyes and just chatted about our day. He draped his other arm around me and we just enjoyed the other's company.
Suddenly there was a lull in the conversation. I don't know if it's because we didn't have anything to say or because we just got lost into each other's eyes but suddenly I didn't want to talk anymore. I was overwhelmed by this warm feeling of comfort and then desire– I wanted to feel him. As I gazed into his eyes I wanted to feel his lips on mine, his arms grasping me tight, my legs around his waist and his weight on top of mine and all of a sudden our lips were crashing together, our tongues melding and our breaths mixing as we tried desperately to get our fill of the other person.
He had told me a few days prior, in a similar but infinitely more innocent situation as we were discussing what we were as a couple– if we were even a couple– that if he started, then he couldn't stop kissing me because he loved the way it felt to have our lips touching so innocently. I had responded that kissing him was the only time I had ever felt so satisfied with such a chaste gesture. But that night, simply kissing was not enough.
He and I kissed roughly, my nails lightly clawing his back as his lips and his tongue drew out moans from mine. I hooked my leg over his hip and tried desperately to press myself against him; I wanted to feel his warmth, his strength. He rolled over slightly so that I was on my back and his weight was pushing down against my right side and I sighed with a smile as he started kissing my neck and my ears. My hand curled around his back and pressed him against me, but my left side felt strangely cold. He crawled on top of me, his weight now pressing across the entire front of my body, never breaking apart from our kiss except to nibble on my ear the way I loved. I felt his hand resting on my stomach, underneath my shirt, and I wanted more. And it seemed like he was reading my mind.
"Can I take your shirt off?" He asked as he pulled away, his eyes glinting with... something. Admiration? Lust? Affection? All I knew was that I wanted him to look at me like that forever.
But I hesitated. This would be my first time undressing for someone who was not my boyfriend, and I was nervous because we were in a car, where people could see if they just looked in– and in front of my house, no less, where it would only take a few steps for my parents to find us. My breathing was still ragged from the raspy moans of pleasure from his ministrations. I looked into his eyes, pleading for help deciding between my comfort zone and what I really wanted to do. I could see the desire in his eyes and I searched desperately for an excuse to keep myself from losing control to my own desires. I wanted him, but I was afraid.
"Didn't we say this would be our limit?" I asked, a hint of teasing in my voice attempting to mask my fear. I wanted to let him, but what was I afraid of?
He gazed at me intently. "Do you trust me?"
With that, I felt a sense of calm as I pulled off my shirt and lay beneath him, with only my bra, my shorts, and my panties on. I heard him sigh softly sexy naked woman as my modest B-cup breasts came into view. I blushed a little and felt uncharacteristically ashamed of my breast size. "They're small," I mumbled.
"I like your breasts," he said simply with a smile on his face. "I've caught myself staring at them on occasion."
I grinned. "Like when?"
He avoided the question by diving down to my neck, making me gasp from the sudden pleasure. I grasped at his back as his tongue and teeth nibbled and licked at the tender parts of my neck, moaning not-so-softly into his ear. "Shh," he warned me teasingly.
He made his way down to my breasts, kissing the soft flesh around my bra. The sensation of his lips on my flesh burned into my skin, feeding my desire to have him. I wanted to give him more and more of me; whatever it took to keep him here with me where I felt so warm and happy. His lips traced the outline of my bra and his hand began to massage my nipple through the padding. That was it; I couldn't handle it anymore. To hell with limits.
"Take it off," I found myself saying.
He wasted no time in unhooking my bra and I discarded it somewhere else in the car to deal with later. His lips immediately found my nipple and I cried out as his hot, warm mouth took in the soft flesh. My chest rose to meet him and I gripped him even tighter, crying out his name as his touch seared my skin with strokes of white-hot pleasure. It had been over a year since I had been with a person this intimately and I couldn't get enough of it.
His lips left my breast and came up to mine again, only to find that I was barely breathing from how excited I was. "Breathe," he reminded me softly as he gently pecked my lips. I opened my eyes and smiled at the sight of him gazing at me.
He and I returned to our initial cuddling position, gazing into each other's eyes. I snuggled up against him a little more and closed my eyes. I could feel his heat radiating from his body and reveled in the growing wetness between my legs. I wondered if he was as aroused, too. The amount of pleasure he gave me was unreal and I wanted to repay him. I sat up.
"Let's play a game," I suggested. "Thumb wars. Whoever wins gets to do whatever they want to the other."
He grinned. "Anything?" He asked.
"Aside from sex," I added. He was still a virgin, though I wasn't– not because he didn't have girlfriends but because he said it just hadn't felt right. (Nowadays I find myself somewhat bitterly recalling another night when he told me he wanted me to be his first.) He agreed, and I won easily with my superior dexterity.
"Anything, right?" I asked slyly as he turned to lay on his back. My fingers rested on the button of his jeans. Our eyes locked. He nodded.
I smirked and undid his jeans. I reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. It had been a while since I'd last touched a man in that way, but I was absolutely sure he was larger than my ex.
I looked up at him, a small smile on my face. "It's so big," I said simply as I started to work on it.
I licked around the tip timidly, watching his expression to gauge what he liked. I smirked when he bit his lips and whispered a strained "fuck" as I finally closed my lips around his tip. With his tip enclosed in my mouth, I started to swirl my tongue around again and felt myself grow wetter watching his chest rise and fall with an ever-increasing frequency. I wanted to bring him even more pleasure. I wanted to watch him lose control; I wanted to see his composure broken. Without preparing myself I plunged his member into my throat.
I heard him gasping from the sudden warmth but I couldn't help it and gagged. I released his cock with a gasp and tried to regain erotic nude photography my breath. I think he tried to say something to stop me but all I wanted was to hear his ragged breath and to know that I was bringing him so much pleasure and took him again.
This time, I didn't try to deep throat; I pumped him in and out of my mouth, stopping occasionally to swirl my tongue around the tip of his member and to take in the sight of him. The image of him with his head thrown back, biting his lip, excited me so much that I tried to deep throat him again, only to realize I didn't know how to anymore when I gagged.
Tired, I climbed up and rested my head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall quickly with a smug satisfaction. His shirt was off, but I don't remember him taking it off.
Suddenly I felt him move. "Is it my turn?" He asked as he rolled on top of me. I grinned and said yes.
His hand snaked down my body until he reached the waistband of my shorts. He looked at me, his eyes glinting. "Can I?" He asked. I nodded. His finger slipped underneath and found my clit. I gasped partly at the warm, foreign touch and partly because his finger was dry and it hurt. He began attacking it aggressively, and I cried out. I put my hand on his arm. "Be more gentle– like this," I said, demonstrating to him how I liked to touch myself.
To his credit, he was an excellent learner; after that, he was almost perfect. He moved slowly at first, and after checking to make sure it felt good for me he pressed a finger against my entrance. He stopped and looked at me with that same stare– the kind that made you feel like the only thing that mattered in the entire world. "Can I go in?" He asked, his voice barely audible. I said yes. He looked away, but I cupped his face in my hands and brought his face to mine.
"Look at me," I whispered.
I felt him pushing and I cried out, resisting the urge to break eye contact. My eyelids fluttered with the effort, my back arching, my hands still resting on his cheeks.
They fell away when he slipped in all the way, and I closed my eyes. He leaned down and kissed me softly as he began to slide his finger in and out of me. I couldn't tell what I liked more– the feeling of his rapid breath on my neck or the feeling of his long finger inside of me. He asked if he could put in another and I nodded. As he slipped it in I could feel my muscles clenching around him; it started to hurt because I hadn't been stretched so much in a long time. I think he saw in my expression that it hurt because he pulled out and resumed touching my clit.
I sighed as he settled into a rhythm, enjoying just how good he was at pleasing me. With my right arm, I grasped onto him, feeling how warm and strong he was; with my left arm, I began touching myself. And to my surprise, he leaned down to my ear and began telling me all the dirty things he'd like to do to me.
I say surprise because he had difficulty trying to talk about sex because he would try to use euphemisms– I think because he was embarrassed most of the time. I always thought it was cute. But hearing him murmuring in his ear that he wanted to fuck me and that I made him so hard almost drew me over the edge. Almost.
As I was getting close to cumming, my phone's alarm went off. We had set it so that we wouldn't get too carried away, since I had to be up before 5:30 am to go to work. After I turned it off, I laid down again, sighing and catching my breath. He leaned over and kissed me, a soft smile on his face.
"I should go now," I said softly. When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at my chest. "What?" I asked.
Without taking his eyes off my perky nipple, he said, "I'm trying to decide if I should." As I was asking what he meant he cut me off by making me moan– he swept down and took my nipple into his mouth.
When he released it I had to spend a few moments catching my breath before I could put on my clothes. He climbed out of the car and helped me out, pulling me into a tight hug. When he looked down at me he smiled as if he had everything he ever wanted in his arms. We said a mushy goodbye and I snuck back into my house, where I promptly finished the job nude big tits that he could have finished if we had just five more minutes.

Edit: in case you were wondering– no, this affair does not end happily. LOL.

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